Loading ...I’ll give you guys a couple of mine. When the DDT truck came into the neighborhood to kill mosquitoes, all us kids on bicycles, loved to ride behind it in that fog. It smelled nice too. 🙂
My father used to raise German Shepard’s. One year had a lot of fleas in the house. My father got the DDT man to pull over, gave him $5, got him to point the nozzle right into the basement. The smell went thru the whole house. No more fleas after that. Now I’m thinking, good thing there was no spark generated anywhere to blow up the house.
Those little strike anywhere stick matches? Oh we loved them. We made little guns with one regular, and one spring type clothespins. Break off a match head, shove it in the notch area, pull the spring trigger, and away went a flaming match head.
We also used to make little bombs with those match heads. Go and buy the economy package of boxes of strike anywhere stick matches, buy a 3 foot length of jet-x fuse in the hobby shop for 25 cents, get a jar.
Put a little hole in the lid for the fuse. Then we would all sit around and break the heads off the sticks and fill up the jar right to the top. Put the fuse in and tighten up the cap. Light the fuse and run away. Always had a little camp fire going too with all the little sticks.
We also used to play “army” with BB guns when we got older. Take turns defending and or attacking the old barn. That barn even had a real old light bulb with the point on the bottom that still worked. I still have to this day a BB imbedded in my cheek. I had a tiny bit of blood, thought it bounced off me, but when the scab came off I felt the lump.
One of the guys had one embedded right between his eyes. The Dr. took it out, and told my friend, to tell me not to worry its copper coated. So I left it. Years later I went to the dentist. He was looking at my X-rays with silence, and looked puzzled. looking at big round white spot, looked like the moon. I looked over and saw why he was so quiet. Told him you are looking at a BB.
Another bad thing we used to do is stuff a ball of paper in the coin return in those old phone booths with the folding door. They were cozy inside. A day or two later, come back with a bent up safety pin and hook the paper back out. Boy it was like winning in Las Vegas. A hand full of nickels, silver dimes, and quarters. For under a dollar we feasted on big ice cream sundaes, and wash them down with a milk shake. 🙂
Later on in teen years? Many car stories too.